Make you lose face

  The luxurious scene made Ruo Ning look at it with disdain, the warm-colored lights were surrounded by colorful lanterns. The long red wooden table was filled with expensive fine wines and pastries. Extremely luxurious.

  Seeing that Ruo Ning didn't come, Song Qiao smiled complacently and hummed. At first, letting Ruo Ning come was indeed just like what others said, a mere facade.

  The people at the entrance all shrieked "Wow".

  "He's so handsome!" Boy A gazed at him adoringly.

  "My goodness..." Boy B shrieked.

  A girl wearing a black hip-hop outfit walked in, her long hair simply tied up, lazy and beautiful, but with a silver mask on her face that no one could see.

  "I am a friend of Lan Ruoning." Ruoning's cold voice, but the boys around Su's eyes grew bigger, iceberg beauty, I like it, every boy had an air of necessity, so hypocritical. Ruoning sneered with a smile.

  "That's good, don't lose face then." Song Qiao fiercely threw out these words and walked in with a swaying waist. The anger in her eyes was evident, the girls ridiculed Song Qiao, but they hated this beauty even more.

  "You have to wear this" Song Qiao threw over a set of clothes. Ruo Ning caught them and tossed them aside, not even giving them a glance.

  "And also, you can't wear a mask," Song Qiao said haughtily.

  "You can get out" sat down and picked up a glass of juice.

  Song Qiao's face changed into a colorful palette of colors.

  Humming a sound, Song Qiao walked out with pride.

  She turned over the clothes and hummed a sound, the line at her chest was pulled out, Yu Jing smiled and hid the clothes behind her back, and came to the next room.

  "Are you making up?" Walked to the mirror, staring at Song Qiao with a look of concentration.

  "Not yet" Song Qiao fiddled with her hair, holding many hairpins to change.

  "Really?" He glanced at the clothes not far away, smiled, and strolled around, holding the clothes. Seeing Song Qiao searching for something under the table, he quickly swapped them over and gave a self-satisfied smile. "You carry on, hurry up."

  "Got it, annoying," Song Qiao said impatiently.

  Carrying the changed clothes, walked back.

  It was a white top that reached the elbow, with a gray skirt below, plus white long boots, very fashionable and sexy.

  Smiled and took it inside, changed into it.

  Facing the mirror with a faint bitter smile, he messed up his hair.

  Went out.

  "Hey, beauty." Ning Yu Jun smiled harmlessly.

  "Rolling" past Ning Yu Jun, Ruo Ning came outside.

  It's already nighttime, the sky is pitch black, and for some reason, only a few stars can be faintly seen in the sky, twinkling with a soft glow.

  "Mom, thank you, I like it," hand stroking the bracelet.

  "If you're cold, I'll be right there." Xiahou Xi put his coat on Ruò Níng's body.

  "Hmm" a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes, and he handed over the coat, which Xiahou Xiruo took as she walked away. Standing in the darkness, Xiahou Xiruo was still like a shining star, the wind blowing up her scattered hair, wildly beautiful.

  The energetic "SWEETBOX - Don't Touch Me" started playing, and the two of them appeared on stage. They danced wildly, their hands drawing beautiful arcs in the air as they continued to wear masks. Everyone was immersed in this, but Su...

  "The sound of 'ripping' clothes, Song Qiao awkwardly stopped, looking at the approximately 10cm tear on her chest, the boys whistled, even the black NY saw it, an explosive scene, wow, some boys couldn't help but spit blood, girls also sneered at Song Qiao, humph, serves you right, you asked for it..."

  A faint smile seemed to freeze on her face, "What's wrong?"

  "You..." Song Qiao covered her chest and looked at Ruo Ning.

  "What's wrong with me?" Yu Jing pointed at herself.

  Song Qiao didn't say a word, staring fiercely at Ruo Ning, this dress... was hers.

  "Aren't you leaving yet? Hoping others will see more?" Yu Jing squinted her eyes and looked down.

  Upon hearing this, Song Qiao's face turned into a palette of colors again, covering her chest and hastily running out with a mocking smile from Ruo Ning.

  "What to do?" The class advisor paced back and forth anxiously in the backstage area.

  "The... uh..." The host was at a loss for words.

  "Go on, I'm listening," said the host, nodding his head as he gazed at the emcee.

  The music continues to sound, the dance continues to jump, as if there is a faint smile at the corner of the mouth, no one sees.

  Several handsome men in Western suits sat lazily on one side, holding those exquisite and expensive wines.

  "It feels so familiar." Ning Yu Jun muttered to himself, looking at the stage with a tangled expression.

  "Love sickness" Leng Xiao Yu smiled and rolled her eyes.

  "Chu Xiyang looked at Ning Yujun with a calm and unruffled expression."

  "Bai Chi" Yan Zi Nu stood up and walked out...

  "How many of you are there... It's really..." Ning Yu Jun pouted his mouth and looked at them with tears in his eyes.

  The remaining three people felt a chill, and Xiahou Xi smiled helplessly.

  Some of them have already taken off their masks.

  Everyone was speechless, holding their breath and staring at the breathtakingly beautiful scene, a rare sight in this world...

  "It's really her!" Ning Yu Jun excitedly pointed at the stage.

  Three people went to take a look...

  "This isn't...". Chu Xiyang looked at Xia Houxi, who smiled and shrugged.

  "Do you know him?" Leng Xiao Yu furrowed his brow, feeling... very familiar.

  "Hehe..." Xiahou Xi smiled and prepared to leave.

  "Xī, speak clearly." Lěng Xiāo Yòu took a step forward and pressed down on Xiā Hóu Xī.

  "My friend..." Xiahou Xi awkwardly replied.

  Several people furrowed their brows and looked at him with scrutiny.